“I trust you” she says as his knife points to her throat.

“And I, you” he tells her as she holds her blade against his skin.

They always seem to land here again. Forced to play the part everyday. It’s an infinite loop left to repeat. A curse place to keep them apart.

They let the blade slice through their necks. The blood covering their skin and soaked through clothes. They hold each other and let their bodies give way. They know they don’t have to go through this over and over. Terms were simple walk away and never come back. The love they have was more than enough. They always trusted each other to come back.

Morning came the fear they had no longer there. The blood no longer matted to their skin. But they were alone. She reaches out the bed no longer had the indent of his body or the scent of him. He was a faded memory in this apartment. She gets up and puts on her jeans and looks out. The sky so bright just as every day before and how it’ll be the next day. Maybe it was time to let the cruse win to say the final goodbye.

He wakes in his home it felt so empty. The photos are gone leaving the empty frames covered in dust. All the little hairs of her gone. Every inch of the place forcing her to be forgotten. He gets up and walks to the coffee machine. Making the cup just like she would adding the foam heart as she would for him. Opening the door the smell of the fresh cut grass disgusts him. The reminder that he was trapped in a place he would never get to share with the girl he loved.

They go about their day until the sun comes down. It was time they meet at their spot. A little cove that is be gone when the tide came. To once again erase the trace they were ever there. She waits till he sits beside her. The knives place in front of them awaiting to be cover in the sweet taste of its hungry desire for their deaths.

“I love you,” she says.

“I love you,” he says.

“It’s no longer enough,” she says not sure if he could hear it.

“I know,” he tells her, trying to keep everything in.

“It’s time to do it say goodbye, to move on” she grabs one of the knives and tosses it the sea.

“Please,” he grabs the other willing his mind or body to stop him, “we not ready.”

“It’ll be okay, I’ll be with you forever,” she takes his hand and guides it to her throat.

“No,” he drops the blade and starts for the water.

“Please it’s time,” she begs.

“I can’t,” he pleads, willing the knife to come to his hand allowing another complete day. Allowing them to meet again.

She has his knife and places it in his hand. No words needed to be said. He knew he couldn’t hold on to her because she had already let go. He gives her a final kiss before pushing the blade through her neck. He tries to kill himself but the blade is gone before the metal found his skin. He holds her as the waves crash against them. Letting her blood flow on them waiting for her to meet her final end. The minutes felts like centuries making the lasting impression. But the smile on her blood covered face made him feel the joy she needed.

Though hours had passed he held on to her limp body. Fearing what would happen when he finally let go. He knew it was time that he couldn’t stay here forever. He closes his eyes and lets his grip on her go. After awhile he opens his eyes and he’s back in his bed. Following the same routine, hoping the goodbye was just a nightmare and not the end of their story. He climbs to the little cove its empty. He sits on the sand waiting for the magic knives or his true love to appear but he is left with only the crash of waves at his feet. The sun rises. The curse finally over.